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I.

THY soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the gray tomb-stone —
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy:

II.

Be silent in that solitude,
    Which is not loneliness — for then
The spirits of the dead who stood
    In life before thee are again
In death around thee —  and their will
Shall overshadow thee: be still.

III.

The night — tho' clear — shall frown —
And the stars shall look not down,
From their high thrones in the heaven,
With light like Hope to mortals given — [column 2:]
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever:

IV.

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish —
Now are visions ne'er to vanish —
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more — like dew-drop from the grass.

V.